Billy stared at it a little while longer. "Yes," he said, certainly. "I want that one." Then blinking, he realized that Simon had asked him a question. "Oh... no. I don't want it framed. I like seeing the way the paint goes over the edge like that." Billy shuffled forward a little, wincing in discomfort but leaning slightly over when he got there anyway. "And this one kind of goes with it." It was another coastal scene, this one with rocks and sea spray. It was far more barren than the first, but the colors aligned from the darker spectrum of gray to the lighter daylight of the first, longer scene. "That one too," he said, solidly. He didn't ask the price.
"After they get done with the floors maybe you can come put them up where you think they fit," he continued, stepping away from the paintings and moving himself toward the kitchen. His knee seemed to be mostly frozen in place and he didn't move with any speed. "Can I get you a really boring non-alcoholic drink? That's all I've got. I didn't catch your name."